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"Good to know," I whisper. "But let's give you time to enjoy everything heading your way first, okay?"

"Three years."

"What?"

"I'll give you three years for us to enjoy whatever is coming," she says, shifting until she's straddling my thighs. "And then I want you to put your baby in me."

"Fuck," I growl, my hands clamping on her hips. "You can't say shit like that, Callie."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have condoms here."

"Mm. What if I told you that I'm on birth control?"

My gaze flies to hers. "Are you?"

"Yes. I have been since I was sixteen."

I tip her backward, making her scream in shock. Before she even lands on the bed, I'm on top of her, cradling her head so it doesn't bounce. "Why the fuck didn't you say so sooner, songbird?" I groan, burying my face in her throat. "You've had me sweating all goddamn night."

"I like you sweaty."

I grunt, nipping at the pulse pounding in her throat. "Heard a rumor that you like getting sweaty, too."

Her body shakes with laughter before her laughter bleeds into a moan, her legs wrapping around my waist. "We should see if that rumor was true, Bishop," she whispers, her hands already fumbling with my zipper. "I need you inside me."

I grab her wrists, pinning them to the bed over her head before my lips slant down over hers. She arches into me, kissing me back just as desperately as I kiss her. And God, it's good. So fucking good. I drown in her and her sweet little noises. I drown in the way she writhes against me, begging silently for more.

By the time I let her up for air, she's a mess beneath me, her dress around her upper thighs, her eyes dilated, and her cheeks flushed. I prowl down her body, dragging her dress higher. My lips land against her round belly, leaving little love bites that make her gasp and moan.

Her panties are soaked before I even bury my face between her legs, licking her through them. She squeals, throwing her legs over my shoulder. I fucking love the way she grabs my hair, pulling at the roots to drag me closer.

"I could eat you all night, songbird," I groan, tearing the crotch out of them to get at her. I lick a stripe up her center, growling as soon as her taste hits my system. "Fucking hell. This is heaven."

"More," she moans, her head thrashing against my pillow.

I give her exactly what she asked for, spreading her thighs wide to devour her. I lick, suck, and bite until she's gushing all over my face, her sweet cries ringing throughout the room. And then I do it again, just to watch her shatter one more time, just to taste her pleasure and feel the way she shakes apart for me. Just because she's mine and I can.

"I love you, songbird," I whisper when I'm between her legs, my aching cock nestled at her entrance. My eyes lock with hers, my heart pulsing with emotion. Maybe love isn't a strong enough word for what I feel for her. Perhaps that one hasn't been invented yet. I don't know. Whatever that word is, though, I feel it knocking against my ribcage and roaring through my veins.

"Love you," she mouths.

I push forward, slowly sheathing myself inside her. I take my time, watching every little flicker of pleasure cross her face. Her lips part, her eyes dilate. God, she's beautiful when she's on my cock, realizing that she was made to take me.

My lips brush hers before sliding across her cheek. I nuzzle her ear, growling softly. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, Callie," I groan, fucking her slow and deep. Every thrust makes her whimper and clench around me, her nails scraping my back. "I could live right here in this hot little pussy."

"Bishop!" she cries, bucking beneath me.

"It's true, baby. This is where I belong." I drag her leg up higher, changing the angle. "Making you come is my happy place. This is my stage, songbird."

"Oh, God."

"Sing for me, baby." I slip my hand between her legs to roll my thumb across her clit. "Shatter for me."

She sobs my name, her head thrashing as I fuck her harder and deeper. The truth rolls from my lips the whole damn time. I can't stop telling her how good she feels, how perfect she is, how hard I am for her, and how much I love her. I give her filth too, groaning every time she clenches around me, growling every time she claws my back.

"I know, baby," I croon when she's right there, sobbing wordlessly because she's so fucking high on me and what I'm doing to her. "You're dying to come all over my cock, aren't you?"